Title Conceivable
Chapter 3 Sometimes We Pull Out The Big Guns
Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating PG13 at this point… lil language and suggestiveness
Warnings None
Words 1605
Spoilers None
Disclaimer Seriously… honestly… I own fricking nothing. Nothing!
AN and she's back to being unbeta'd, lol

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The offices of Drs. Smythe, Janes, and Johanson, MDS, DOS, OBGyn were scary. Mac surreptiously studied the waiting room. Pale pinks, blues, greens and yellows decorated the walls, the chairs…. They even decorated the employees. Nurses and receptionists wrapped in pastel shaded scrubs floated here and there throughout the waiting room and the exam rooms. It was like some big evil pastel cult.

'Stress on the word 'big',' Mac thought as she watched yet another woman with – bun in oven –waddle past her. Veronica, seated next to Mac on the cushioned lobby chairs, was currently buried in a copy of People, reading something about Kirsten Bell and Jason Dohring having a torrid affair; but she had previously, somewhat gleefully 'reminded' Mac, that soon she too would begin to resemble a 'waddling Weeble Wobble'.

Seriously, being friends with Veronica…not as easy as you'd think!

If Dr Smythe's exam agreed with the 3 at-home pregnancy tests that Mac had taken, she knew she would eventually become a human Weeble Wobble…. But she'd grow a tail and five eyes before she became a representative of the pastel parade!

Her kid, boy or girl, would wear those pansy ass conformist colors over her dead body! No, Mac would dress her baby in vibrant purples, blues, reds, greens… celebratory colors. She smiled to herself; she might even match her hair streaks to her baby's outfits….

"What are you grinning about Mackenzie?" Veronica put down the People magazine and raised her arms over her head in a stretch.

"Nothing. Stupid stuff."

"Share! I love stupid… as evidenced by my past boyfriends."

"Logan wasn't stupid Veronica."

Veronica noticed the serious tone in Mac's voice. "No Logan wasn't, isn't, stupid. But he was still a mistake. A growth lesson, a painful one, but a mistake none the less."

"You," Mac couldn't look Veronica in the eyes and talk to her about Logan, she'd seen a lot of pain in Veronica's eyes at various times, but invariably, Logan – Logan's name brought the most sadness to the brilliant blue eyes. "You don't think you two will ever get back together? I mean, you guys do have a history of, well, see-sawing into one another's lives."

"That's part of the problem between the two of us… When he's up, I'm down. When I'm up, he's down. We never trusted each other enough to not EXPECT ourselves to drag the other one down. It was like, even when we were happy we were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the other one to cheat, or steal, or lie, or hide, or…. I think we both know, this time, that we are better off being friends. As friends, there is no shoe dropping…. And even if the shoe does drop, we're there to help each other; we're not there to say 'See I knew you'd drop the fucking shoe!'"

"Who knew shoes could be such an important relationship analogy tool?"

Veronica grinned at Mac. "Ahhh, my friend. You have much to learn about the importance of 'the shoe'."

They giggled until a voice from across the room called out "Cynthia."

Mac froze and her eyes went wide.

"It'll be okay Mac. Veronica reached over and hugged her buddy. "No matter what they say, it'll be okay."

"Yeah. Easy for the non life-carrying-girl to say." Mac mumbled with a nervous smile as she stood up and headed toward the nurse.

MaDiDoVe

25 minutes later, Veronica welcomed a flushed, excited Mac back into the waiting room. One look at her glowing face, and Veronica knew all she needed to know.

"Here's the prescription the doctor wants you to get filled, and an appointment reminder." The nurse handed Mac two pieces of paper then smiled. "Congratulations Cindy."

"Well, no need to ask you what the doctor said," Veronica hugged Mac again. Veronica wasn't big on hugging… and, well, neither really was Mac, but if pregnancy news didn't warrant a hug between friends, what did?

Mac said the words just to hear them. "I'm pregnant."

"Yup."

"Pregnant, pregnant."

"Versus??"

"I – I guess I just didn't let myself fully believe it before. But it's real. It's true. I'm going to have a baby Dick!"

When Veronica burst into laughter, Mac looked puzzled for a second while she replayed what she had just said in her mind. "Sometimes, you're as juvenile as Dick is!"

"I can't help it. I am soooo buying you a t-shirt that says 'Baby Dick Onboard'." Veronica giggled some more and held the door of the clinic open for Mac. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy with you today or tomorrow? The nurse gave you a prescription right?"

"Hmm?" Mac had her hand on her stomach and her mind was clearly focused on the miracle growing inside of her.

Veronica felt a small twinge of jealousy shoot through her. She brushed it off and wiggled her fingers at Mac. "Prescription. You. Me. Pharmacy. Today? Tomorrow?"

Mac shook her head with a smile and handed Veronica the prescription for her review. Veronica had a definite mothering streak in her. Well, Mac was calling it 'mothering' others might call it 'controlling'.

As they headed to the Saturn Veronica scanned the prescription. "Folic Acid, and a drug that I couldn't pronounce if my life depended on it. Why can't they make the names of drugs easier… like 'Bob'? Why can't we just go to the pharmacist and ask him for a dose of Bob? Why do the names have to be so –" Veronica looked up at Mac and groaned. Just in front of her friend, leaning against her beloved silver Saturn, was Lamb. Veronica stopped in her tracks and let out a curse. "Fuck a duck!"

Lamb smirked. "That wasn't very ladylike, Mars. Hi, Mac."

Mac smiled slightly, but remained quiet, hanging back behind Veronica so that she had a good view of the fireworks.

Veronica's eyes narrowed. "Are you following me? Do you have my car GPS'd or something?"

Lamb made mental note to check his car for a GPS tracker when he got back to the office. "I told you I was making your 'situation' my business, Mars."

"You don't own me! You can't just, just 'make my life' your business!"

"If you'd tell me who the father was, I'd let it go." He straightened and hooked his thumbs in his belt. "I bet Keith doesn't even know yet, does he?" Her silence confirmed his supposition. "Someone has to look out for you now…, until your dad is aware… or until the baby's daddy is around. And at present, I don't see either of them here lending you support."

Veronica glanced back at Mac, "Look, I'll definitely tell my dad anything that he needs to know, but that's my right and my responsibility. And, I – I have Mac with me for support."

"No offense to Mac," Lamb nodded his head at her apologetically then turned back to Veronica, "but if you're pregnant, you either need your man, or your parent with you. Your buddy won't cut it."

Don's eyes were trained on Veronica so he missed the fleeting look of sadness that raced across Mac's face. A look of sadness that had everything to do with her missing Dick.

Veronica snorted. "So in the stead of my Dad or, or the baby's daddy, YOU'RE going to be my 'supportive' male presence?"

"If need be."

"We don't like one another. I give you a headache, and you… you're a pain in my ass." Veronica stepped toward her car and motioned for Lamb to move to the side. "Maybe, if all the planets collide, pigs start to fly, and an ice cube in hell manages not to melt, I'll turn to you for manly support." Veronica slammed the door shut and waited for Mac to get in on the passenger side before she started the car. "Until then Lamb, will you please just go away?"

"If you would just tell me who the father is."

"Why? What are you going to do with that information?" She eyed Lamb. "Beat him up until he comes to my doctors appointments with me?"

"If necessary." Lamb's eyes were steely and serious.

Veronica was silent for a second. "You know, you're a lot like Logan was. Beat the opposition to a pulp first, and ask questions later. All balls, no brains." She watched his face tighten. There was no love lost between Logan and Lamb, but it had just now occurred to her WHY they didn't like one another. They were too much alike.

'She did NOT just compare me to Echolls!' He took a deep breath. "Produce a father, Mars. Or tell your dad; I'll be out of your hair faster than you can say my name."

Veronica growled helplessly and drove off.

As they turned the corner, she looked at Mac. "You do know –"

"—that I owe you big time?" Mac laughed, "Ummm, yeah, I got that."

MaDiDoVe

Other than the music that played softly over the radio, the rest of the ride back to Mac's place was quiet; both women lost in their own thoughts.

It was only after she climbed out of the car that Mac turned to Veronica, a mischievous look on her face. "Do you and Lamb always fight like that?"

Veronica smiled, "No, sometimes we actually pull out the big guns…. Why?"

"Hmm, nothing really. I was just thinking that Dick and I use to fight like that too." Mac shut the passenger side door and walked off leaving Veronica sitting in her car with her jaw in her lap.